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Hi, I'm Camila. Three months ago, I watched my parents write a check for forty-five thousand dollars to pay for my sister Natasha's dream wedding. Last week, they told me I had thirty days to either take over their mortgage payments or find somewhere else to live.

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The same parents who claimed they were broke when I needed help with college tuition somehow found nearly fifty thousand dollars for flower arrangements and a seven-course dinner. But when their golden child's fairy tale was over and the bills started piling up, guess who they expected to clean up the mess? The daughter they'd been treating like a backup plan her entire life.

The first sign should have been the invitation itself. Thick cardstock with gold foil lettering that probably cost more per piece than most people spend on lunch. I remember holding it in my hands, running my fingers over the embossed roses, reading my own name spelled wrong.

"Ms. Camilla Valdez and Guest. " After twenty-six years of life, countless family gatherings, and sharing the same last name, they still couldn't get my name right on my own sister's wedding invitation. But that was typical. In the Valdez household, details about me were always optional. I should start from the beginning, though. Growing up in Cedar Park, just outside Austin, our house was the kind of place where everything looked perfect from the street.

Manicured lawn, matching shutters, two cars in the driveway that were always spotless. My dad Robert worked in commercial real estate, and my mom Patricia managed a boutique dentist office downtown. Upper middle class, stable, the kind of family that took vacations to Galveston every summer and never missed church on Easter. But inside those perfectly painted walls, there were rules I never quite understood.

Natasha got the bigger bedroom because she was older by eighteen months. Natasha got the car on weekends because she had more friends to drive around. Natasha got the family camera for her school trips because she was more responsible with expensive things. When I asked why, the answer was always some variation of "because that's how it is" or "you'll understand when you're older.